can we skip this whole “college” thing and go straight and go to the part where i have a really awesome job and spend all my time traveling?
Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
Can’t wait to get what I deserve.
You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.
I’m such a bitch because I’m so sick of doing so much for people I care about and getting shit in return. Id rather protect myself than fake being nice to people at this point. People have no idea about half the mental abuse I have to go through so fuck that. Only care about myself I don’t care how selfish that sounds.
Officially get it. Ball is fucking life